Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 13. 2024.
Alessia makes a quick glance behind her, looking out for Monica, but the woman seems to have run off. Is she serious right now?
Alessia's mission is to get Monica Perrier out alive, not to kill anyone, so she turns away from the assassin she knocked down and races into the darkness in search of the targeted woman.
"Petro, where is she? She ran off without me!" She breathes.
"She's on the move. Go straight ahead and I'll tell you when to turn."
A loud bang follows behind her, causing her to duck. Alessia whips her head around, glancing everywhere as she runs straight ahead as Petro told her to, but she can't see anyone, nor tell where the bullet came from. She realizes that she can't risk getting hit and will have to face off with this female. Pulling out her gun again, she spins swiftly into narrow opening, blending in with the dark; her calculative eyes scan the broad, round tunnel.
"Call Monica and guide her. I must get rid of something." she mumbles to the man on the other line.
He does so, hanging up and calling Monica's phone, telling the woman who has gotten herself lost where to go. Alessia, on the other hand can't pick up anything. BANG! A bullet barely misses her face and she quickly tucks it back behind the wall. She knows she's at a disadvantage now.
Her opponent is obviously not an amateur and knows what they're doing. She's also not one to talk on a mission, but when desperation calls...maybe provocation will distract them enough. Making the enemy angry makes them lose focus.
"Why are you hiding? Afraid?" She wouldn't be have to dealing with this if she didn't stop to worry about the foolish woman who ran off.
Another loud bang echoes in the tunnel and a bullet whizzes by. Okay, maybe she shouldn't talk and give away her position. Alessia drops forward, bowing her head as she rolls out of her little hiding spot, then smoothly gets to her feet, bolting away. A series of gunshots follow behind her just when she jumps around another corner, out of view. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she breathes quietly, trying to figure out what to do.
This is her first time having an enemy return fire and it's easy to tell that she's not acting like her usual self. Her eyes flit to and fro. She's telling herself to get her shit together and take care of this like it's any other day on work. She inhales...
...then, exhales, taking a moment to relax. Closing her eyes, she listens, hearing the slightest tapping of shoes on the cold platform approaching her corner slowly. And, here she had thought her opponent was precise, when she was just panicking. Now focusing, there are so many ways to take down this female breezing through her head that she hesitates to waste any bullets. It doesn't matter if the girl is precise or not, she's still an unknown assassin and Alessia can't make any mistakes.
Her flaw begins to show its colours; seemingly simple on the outside is she, but inside, she thinks deeply about almost everything, (her brain works and calculates at inhumane speeds) which makes her prone to contradiction.
Sighing and making up her mind, she throws her gun across the tunnel, hearing it smack against the wall. I didn't want to get my hands dirty...
The assassin is frantic to shoot at the startling sound, stepping into view with her back turned to Alessia. She senses the shift in the air behind her, but her reaction is lagged. Alessia tackles her into the water, weapon lost. Now, they're struggling, bathing in a dirt-coloured stream.
With the girl [Alessia] sitting her, her hood gets too soaked and rides backwards the moment a string of her cheap mask snaps, giving Alessia a clear picture of her face. The grip Moskal has on her neck loosens as she stares, almost horrified, into the face of her runaway best friend.
"Katya...?"